Wood between the worlds,
The strange, soft outage to be part of this,
This javelin, thrust high into the sky
By some vast hero, brute, mechanical,
This twilight of unbeing in the air.
This is the place where many are each one
Alone in solitary semi-night
Alone, alone as each one is alone
In birth and death and in their secret heart.
I cannot count the meaning of these things .
With the odd clarity that stupor brings
I breathe and wait,
Or simply wait and breathe,
Awake yet dreaming, counting down the time,
With the distraction of this rambling verse
Too slow?too fast? How every minute crawls
The while that life ticks by relentlessly